When Song Erlang led the soldiers into the village, the villagers were stunned when they saw that there were only a few hundred people.
After running around and fighting all day and night, Song Erlang asked for a place to sleep. Then everyone didn't even bother to eat, so they slept there.
In the long grassland, the soldiers fell down to sleep directly, without even taking off their armor, and there were also those cold and powerful weapons that smelled like fish.
The villagers wanted to call them, but couldn't bear it, so they kept quiet for fear of disturbing these heroes.
Moreover, the villagers themselves were also sleepy, so everyone dispersed and went back to their houses.
Many women still stayed there, cooking and boiling water, waiting for the soldiers to wake up so that they could give them a full meal and warm water for bathing.
The village chief has been so excited since last night that he is as sleepy as a dream. He can't sleep anymore.
Not long after lying on the bed, the village chief put on some clothes and went out, calling out to a middle-aged man passing by: "Where is Mr. Song, are you still sleeping?"
"Of course, he is so tired," the man said.
"What about Miss Zhao?"
"I'm sleeping too, at the inn."
"Awesome, awesome." The village chief sighed, "They are all noble people, they are all noble people."
I slept until dusk, and at a quarter past midnight, a large number of women came from outside the village, carrying burdens and sticks, and nearly a dozen children holding hands followed behind.
Song Erlang decided to confiscate half of those gold, silver and jade articles that day. After all, these were stolen by bandits and were ill-gotten gains.
But at the same time, he sympathized with the difficulties of these women and children, so he left half of it for them.
Nowadays, the women are grateful and bring a small amount of rice and vegetables, leaving most of the food and meat. In this way, the baskets become lighter and lighter.
They still pretended to be the same as before, with gold, silver and jewelry placed at the bottom. When they entered the village, they did not dare to say that they were coming back from Longhu Hall. They just said that they knew Mr. Song was here and came to give some food.
I haven't seen other people in the village for many years. The older women are relatively silent, feeling sad but at the same time warm.
The children didn't think much, and ran hand in hand, looking around in wonder at this large village.
Song Erlang woke up and sat on the grass, rubbing his forehead that was hurt by the helmet with his blood-clotted hands.
After taking off his helmet, he put it aside.
"Wake up, wake up!" A village woman shouted in the distance, "The general is awake!"
After hearing this, Song Erlang looked up and said in a hoarse and tired voice that he had just woken up from his sleep: "That's a mistake. I'm not a general, I'm just a young general."
The voice was too low and the people over there couldn't hear it clearly.
After sitting for a while, Song Erlang raised his hand and grabbed the spear and sword beside him, passed over the soldiers on the ground, and walked outside with his helmet in hand.
The village women enthusiastically came over to ask if they were hungry, and one directly brought hot white flour steamed buns to them.
Song Erlang thanked him, grabbed one and bit it, while raising his eyes and looking around.
The village chief and a group of senior old people and young stewards came to thank him after hearing that he woke up.
Song Erlang responded casually, picked up another steamed bun, and walked towards the back of the village.
The young man has dark skin and a tall stature. He is very eye-catching when walking among the crowd.
There is a field behind the village, with many winding wild paths. There is a long dirt slope to the south, and the mountains are full of flowers and plants swaying in the sunset.
Song Erlang paused for a moment, then looked back at the villagers who were following him: "Why are you following us?"
"General Song, we are so lucky to meet you in this small village in the deserted mountains!" the village chief said.
Song Erlang sighed and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "It's not easy for everyone. It's hard work for you to hold on here."
"Where, this is our home, who will guard it if we don't guard it." The village chief's eyes were slightly red.
"But I want to relieve myself now, can you avoid me?" Song Erlang said.
Cunlao's face also turned red and he said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes!"
He turned around and told everyone to leave, and said to Song Erlang with a smile: "General, please invite me, General General, please invite me!"
Song Erlang looked at them, shook his head, stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, and walked away.
Many girls in the village gathered under a banyan tree at the back of the village and watched his tall figure disappear from a distance, and they all jumped excitedly in low voices.
"So handsome! Just a little darker!"
"It would be great if I could marry this general!"
"Bah, you are so shameless!" a girl said with a playful smile.
"I'm not engaged, so you might just fall in love with me!"
"Yes, you mentioned getting engaged, but I don't know if the general is engaged."
"My father said he was a general, not a general."
"Is there a difference?"
"What the hell, he's so handsome anyway!!"
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Several little girls stood behind them holding hands, listening quietly, not daring to make a sound, and stared blankly at the place where Song Erlang disappeared.
Qian Qianqian blinked, feeling a lot of expectation and longing brought out by these girls' words, and his heartbeat seemed to be a little faster.
However, Mr. Qin and Mr. Song seemed to be very handsome, and so were the men of the Shen family yesterday.
If she wants to marry someone in the future, she will marry someone so handsome.
The soldiers woke up one after another, and went to each house to take one back. After taking a bath, they came out and gathered in the village to eat.
The village chief held a banquet and everyone went to propose a toast.
Song Erlang didn't go. He was at the inn with a few guards, captains, and one or two captains. Xiao Yumao was also there.
There was a map spread on the table. The shopkeeper and the waiter slipped back and did not dare to disturb them. They quietly brought the dishes and put them on the table next to them.
The statistics were sent not long ago.
One day and one night, a total of 2,356 bandits were suppressed, with zero casualties. Song Erlang directly ordered not to leave any one behind.
The bandit leader captured eleven or two of them, and now they are all hanging in the village, where they stand on tiptoe and feel uncomfortable.
These numbers are far from enough.
Song Erlang knew in his heart that the main reason why they were able to kill so many people in such a fast time this time was because these horse thieves did not have the strength to fight head-on. In the past, it was difficult to suppress bandits, but it was because of them.
The occupied hilltop is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now that these fish that slipped through the net have returned, it will be difficult to continue to kill them.
Xiao Yu risked handing the letter to Song Erlang. Song Erlang read page after page carefully and nodded: "Awesome."
"Yes, very courageous." Xiao Yu said boldly.
It was not that Xiao Yu had never thought of all kinds of unconstrained tactics, but when they were put together, he didn't know how to plan according to the steps.
Moreover, this is actual combat, and the opposite side is a brutal bandit wielding a machete.
What's more, there are still three methods above, and he only used one of them.
"First mess with his mind, then mess with his formation, and then mess with his feet." Xiao Yumao said again.
Song Erlang shook his head, stretched out his hand and said, "The beauty lies in these three gongs and drums."
Song Erlang collected the pages, put them aside, and asked, "Where did this letter come from?"
